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Date Posted: 21:57:34 07/14/02 Sun
Author: Skaroe Falke
Subject: Re: Bring it.
In reply to: King Altair (and company) 's message, "The Hunt is on, I suppose?" on 21:52:12 07/14/02 Sun

She trembles, half fadihn from view, but even if she dissapered they would perchance poke the air and jab her. The wound on her leg bleeds harshly unto the floor, merely stinging and ignored. Daggers tremble, but she reluctantly sheaths them, eyeing the crossbow steadily. She spits at the captain's feet, and crie sout at the sharp prick of a pike digging unto her shoulder blades, revealing another hearty slice. She remains wordless, staring down the captain, daring, DARING him to loose the bolt on her. She has lacked a real fight for some time, and bloodlust rage sin her eyes, priclkling her skin and singing in her blood.

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